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Cam stood very still, the fire at his back, and watched as Juniper connected a few dots which might have previously been eluding her. He'd noted she was smart back at the haunted farmhouse during Halloween as well as fearless and... different, somehow. Young and practically vibrating with an energy many people never seemed capable of generating. He'd figure it out, eventually. Maybe he'd just ask her and see if she even knew...
The young woman actually stopped eating and fidgeting, directing her attention to him. Cam was unaware if this level of focus was difficult for her or not, but it hardly mattered. She was being respectful and sympathetic and he'd be a fool if he didn't appreciate some level of empathy at this moment. He knew he hadn't processed everything regarding his father's death and his rather hasty pursuit of the killer and what he had processed was sparse and a bit of a jumble.
“Thank ye,” he almost whispered, not really trusting his voice at the moment, which was ridiculous. He wasn't a child. He was a grown man who was more than capable of keeping it together, especially during an important ritual, especially in front of someone who wasn't family and didn't need his shit dumped on her.
Not sure how to best proceed with Juniper, he slowly crossed to her and knelt on one knee before her. Cam wanted her comfortable if she was going to stay for the remainder of the ritual. Looking into her eyes, he gave her a weak smile. “I apologize, Juney. I'm a wee bit of a mess rrright noo...”
The young woman actually stopped eating and fidgeting, directing her attention to him. Cam was unaware if this level of focus was difficult for her or not, but it hardly mattered. She was being respectful and sympathetic and he'd be a fool if he didn't appreciate some level of empathy at this moment. He knew he hadn't processed everything regarding his father's death and his rather hasty pursuit of the killer and what he had processed was sparse and a bit of a jumble.
“Thank ye,” he almost whispered, not really trusting his voice at the moment, which was ridiculous. He wasn't a child. He was a grown man who was more than capable of keeping it together, especially during an important ritual, especially in front of someone who wasn't family and didn't need his shit dumped on her.
Not sure how to best proceed with Juniper, he slowly crossed to her and knelt on one knee before her. Cam wanted her comfortable if she was going to stay for the remainder of the ritual. Looking into her eyes, he gave her a weak smile. “I apologize, Juney. I'm a wee bit of a mess rrright noo...”